Confessions of an obsessed dachshund owner. . . with input from the dachshunds themselves!

Monday, May 17, 2010

Swimming Pool

Hey - it's me, Frankie. Let me tell you one thing I hate. The swimming pool. Why anyone would voluntarily get in that thing I cannot imagine. But, my people seem to think it's hilarious to scoop me up and carry me out in the pool.

Usually, it goes like this: my mom picks me up and walks down the steps holding me snug. Once I see where she is headed, I get very still because I know what's coming. She holds me in the pool and lets me go, and I swim to the edge. Then she laughs and says I look like a spotted torpedo or a river otter. Then she dries me off and gives me a treat. Then I lay in the sun for an hour to dry off.

If I'm still feeling peckish, I go near her again because I really don't mind going in if there are treats involved. . . :) xoxo Frankie Mae

4 comments:

Hummmmm Peckish... now that is the word my furend from Australia uses when she means she is getting hungry. How did you know the word??? I wouldn't like to be put into a pool either. We dachahunds are very particular about our furs and the dryness there of. hehehe